Ariana’s POV
I couldn’t believe it—no, I refused to believe it. My thoughts tangled into knots as I rubbed at my temples, pacing the floor in uneven, restless steps before I finally turned sharply to face Marco.
“Is there even a plan in place to solve this?” I demanded.
“I just got back, Ariana. I haven’t even had time to think—thanks to someone,” Marco replied, his tone edged with irritation.
My gaze flicked toward Ruben, who looked ready to speak, but I cut him off before he could. “There’s no time for arguments. Lives are at stake here.”
Marco’s face hardened again, urgency seeping into his expression. “I already know, Ariana.”
“Then why haven’t you started doing anything yet?” I snapped.
“I am,” he said curtly. “But I need you to tell me exactly where you went, why you went ther
